I fight it, the machine-mind the TOWER placed in my head.
Night after night, it fights me in a mental battle for this body.
I lie in a warehouse, unmoving. The body does not participate in the battle.
My clockwork limbs still.
I give you my word that I will keep going, keep fighting so that some day someone will read this. The laptop I communicate with is now grafted to my chest.
I am winning.
The machine-mind cannot keep pace.
But the more I think about it, I am no less machine than it is.
Tick-tock.
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